Tag: French Montana

[Chorus: French Montana]
(We on fire!)
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot, hey)
(We on fire!)
Ride up to the party
Ride up to the party (hot, hey)
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party
Welcome to the party, aye
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party, aye
Welcome to the party

[Verse: French Montana]
Hit ’em up, hey
Give ’em up, hey
Put ’em up, hey
We waking up, hey
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
When we ride, when we pull up
We be high, when we pull up
Coupe with the top down, no ceilin’
Rocks on the watch now, armageddon
Roof on fire, fire
We ride, ride
Pull up in a tank, bow-bow
Yeah, on Ciroc, in the drop, full of [?]
Yeah, we the squad, 100 cars full of [?]
Yeah, I pull up with [?], yeah especially [?] and vanilla
Roof on fire, we be higher like a [?]
Shawty bad, call it MJ Thriller
Welcome to the party, sippin’ on the Act
Pull up in a ‘Rari, DJ bring it back
Fell in love with shawty, money like Shaq
Welcome to the party

[Chorus: French Montana, Zhavia Ward & Lil Pump]
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)

[Verse: Lil Pump]
I can’t feel my body, ’cause I pop a lot of molly
Welcome to the party, bitch I’m ’bout to catch a body
Bitch I’m in the shit, we don’t give a fuck about it
Bitch I start a riot, bitch I’m ’bout to start a riot
Welcome to the trap, got my grandma selling crack
I make what you make in one year just sitting down and moving packs
Make a bitch do jumping jacks like she was an acrobat
Got these bitches looking at me crazy ’cause I got face tats
Ooh, drip, drip, drip,
I cannot go away for a bitch
Drop five millions on my crib, now Lil Pump is rich as shit, ooh
And I’m still on probation, pop a pill I feel amazing
You just bluffing, you just hating
All these diamonds on me skating
Man I do this every day, spend three thousand on some shades
I got bitches in L.A., your boyfriends broke, his diamonds fake

[Chorus: French Montana & Zhavia Ward]
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
(We on fire!)

[Outro: French Montana]
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot)

Joe Budden son wrote a diss track about him and told him before even releasing it.

Seems Joe Budden has beef with even his oldest son Trey Budden. The Slaughterhouse rapper confirmed on Twitter that his son disses him in a new track that we haven’t heard yet. At least the younger Budden has the decency to inform his old man before the streets heard it first. Still, the rap veteran is not the least upset with his boy, or he hasn’t shown it publicly.

“My oldest son called to tell me he dissed me in a song & he wanted me to hear it from him before the streets told me….. that’s my baby!!! Lol,” Joey wrote. Perhaps his son is a fan of Lil Yachty and didn’t like how he treated the his idol, or perhaps the youngster didn’t get any Christmas gifts and thought he might just aired out his paps.

Joe Budden is getting a dose of his own medicine and it’s close to home. During a recent interview with Billboard, Araabmuzik spoke about Joe Budden dissing Drake, saying it seems like it was being planned for centuries. “[Joe Budden] was on a thousand, he was not sleeping,” he said. “I don’t know if he took seventeen Adderall. [Joe Budden] was on something that was not from here. I don’t know what planet it was shipped from, he must’ve ordered that pill in 2000 for it to come now. [Joe Budden] was wilding out and going in. [Joe Budden] must’ve had this planned for centuries.”

Drake didn’t immediately respond to the diss tracks so the beef never really resulted in a full-blown “Back To Back” style battle. Drizzy offload some things off his chest on French Montana’s “No Shopping” and again on his More Life album. Would’ve been interesting if these two had gone at it.

My oldest son called to tell me he dissed me in a song & he wanted me to hear it from him before the streets told me….. that’s my baby!!! Lol

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m dabbin’ in Maison Margielas, don’t tell ’em they might get jealous
Her forehead on my pelvis, I don’t cuff ’em, I don’t settle
You a champion, you deserve a gold medal
Ain’t got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar
You ain’t got time to be worried ’bout them
Kissin’ all over you, rubbin’ your hip
I got the Tiffany diamonds all up in your ear
Smackin’ your booty while I’m hittin’ it from the rear
Smackin’ a secret, your pussy be drippin’ in liquid
I did a show I cannot leave it, fuck her and then I delete it
Victoria, she keepin’ a secret, don’t tell ’em that, no
My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can’t front, no
I’m finished, you know I need a

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Know you say you down with it
Won’t tell ‘em how you hit the ground with it
Girl you know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
You got gifts bring ‘em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I’m putting miles
Don’t you worry about it, I can work it out

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Shawty from the back, met her in the A
Hit it at the ‘tel, never hit it where I stay, hah
You know I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it
Got her leg shaking, James Brown with it
Drop it to the ground with it
Heard the whole town hit it
Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown with it
Young rich niggas, uptown
Keep her close, we snipe, duck down
And you already know
Pull up in the big ass yacht like no
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
We ain’t kissin’, we ain’t tellin’
Money stack to the ceiling, hah
(Montana!)

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

Evelyn Lozada has broken her silence about her rumored relationship with French Montana.

The former Basketball Wives star and the Coke Boy rapper have been rumored to be dating for the past few weeks, but one fan got her to do what the media couldn’t get her to do, confirm their relationship. The reality star posted a photo on IG on Thursday showing off her results from her intense training and naturally, fans flooded her comments about questions about French Montana.

“French really pounding your culo cakes into sazón huh?” one fan asked to which she responded saying, “Y sofrito.” The pair were spotted this week at a club in New York City. They were again spotted together in December at French Montana’s house while Evelyn Lozada was celebrating her birthday. She posted a few photos of herself with her cake and some French Vanilla Ciroc.

The Maybach Music Group chief confirmed the news of his manager’s passing during an appearance in Miami on Friday (November 8, 2017) night. “This is an extremely sexy party,” he told the crowd, XXL reported. “I know my dog Black would’ve loved to be here. Come on let me rap for my dog Black one time.” Rozay was performing at the Maxim party for the 2017 Art Basel when he shared the sad news.

Other rappers who knew Black Bo personally have since shared their reaction on social media including a lengthy post on Instagram from French Montana and another from MMG rapper Wale. “My prayers go out to my brother @richforever and the rest of the family I know this one hurt I’m really hurt, shed a tear for u brother ! We going miss you black @blackbomaybach !! #restinpeaceblack #foreverchinx #mmg #cokeboys,” Montana wrote in the caption of a photo of himself, Drake, and Black Bo.

“As the tears begin to chase each other down my face,” Wale wrote on IG. “I? try to combat the sadness of this new reality with the indelible memories u gave us. It still doesn’t seem real.. it can’t be real! WHY is it real? Absolutely None of us have to try to think of the selflessness the genuine compassion and absolute loyalty for your friends you demonstrated daily.. no sir, because those things are synonymous with your face. Those things are synonymous with your name.”

The Harlem rapper and the Tina sparked dating rumors over the weekend when they were spotted showing some PDA while walking in New York City. A$AP, born Rakim Mayers, is notorious for dating models and was last linked to Kendall Jenner. The rapper and Jenner split earlier this year and already he is moving on to another hot model.

Paparazzi snapped Rocky and Tina holding hands and sharing a few laughed as they made a stroll through the streets of the Big Apple. Aside from banging models and making some appearances at fashion shows and in fashion magazines, ASAP Rocky is currently working on two musical projects due sometime soon.

The ASAP Mob leader is reportedly working on a joint album with French Montana and also his next solo effort that has been in the works for several months now. “Me and Rocky got a project,” French Montana said during a recent interview. “[We’ll] be coming out with it real soon.” ASAP says that his upcoming solo album will feature a new sound that he is testing in an effort to not sound like everyone else currently.

[French Montana & Dinah Jane & Daddy Yankee:]
Montana!
Ain’t one, two, three, four, five
Oh shit I’m going live (life)
And shorty said she’s coming with me
Boom, boom, boom, boom (french)
Let that stick and lighter drop, hot
Yeah I change a lot
Oh, me is who she came here to see
And I got too many hoes, so many, so many, hoes
And I got so many hoes, so many, so many, hoes

[Dinah Jane & Daddy Yankee:]
Baby, you here tonight (ooh)
Under spotlight, you’ll be alright
Turn this club, take it way high
And I promise that with me, girl
You’ll have the time of your life
¡Fuego!

[Dinah Jane & Daddy Yankee:]
One two, three, four, five
Yeah shit it’s getting live
All night you ’bout to party with me
Baja la piel, let’s take a ride (hey!)
Yeah I’ll change your life
Oh me is who you came here to see
Dame boom, boom, boom, boom

Dancehall fans are already weighing in on whether or not this new French Montana version is better than the original version. It’s clear that the Bad Boy rapper was feeling some dancehall vibe and was feeling this track. “My homie Chinx got murdered, murdered / Nobody seen, nobody heard / They left us on the corner with the killers here / Now, Nino in the Carter with the Cartier / My homie Max bought a hundred years / His mama body dry, can’t cry no tears,” Montana raps over the dancehall beat.

Aside from Alkaline, other artists likes Chinx, The Weeknd, Max B, Pharrell, Marc E. Bassy, Young Thug, T.I., Future, Swae Lee makes up the guest list for the 18 track album which was released midnight last night.

Cocaine on the table.
I watch these niggas gettin’ rich at these f*ckin’ tables.
They like to cook the numbers, we don’t cook the numbers.
We just want to summer, you can have that women.
These niggas really are here trippin man.
I can t feel my face.French Montana lyricsVideo face

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Rock star, Pink Floyd every night
Get the Floyd money, nigga every night
24k gold on me every night
Blow European toy money every night (skrt)
Blow a mil and I make it back
Catch me in the drop top, ceilin’ back
Niggas throw shots, know we hit ’em back
At the top where we sittin’ at
Me and Mall back to back Wraith
Tell your bitch we got no space
Wavy like a sail boat
Fight night right by the rope
You wanna freestyle? I’m tryna stay free
Shots of Rose for the AP
Watch rocked up, gon’ climb on it
Blew 100 then I blew another 5 on it

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 2: IAmSu!]
A heartbreaking gangster
Paid for mobster
I promise to never take her for steak and lobster
Baby I’m a player, gotta take precaution
I take dates with options on a flight to Boston
And every flight first class
Hit JR, get a front pass
And at the top it’s just us now
Mally plugged me on the Rollie, it’s a bust down (clean)
In the Ritz like anywhere I touch down
Hoes used to diss us and they tryna fuck now
She in love with the high, not the come down
Party out in Vegas, let me take you to the compound
My life is a movie and I do my own stunts now
It’s flood Uzi and every bar is like (?)
And the smoke got my eyes on kung-pao
Did it for the Bay, got the world goin’ dumb now

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Intro: Chinx]
That’s my nigga man, that’s my bro
I spoke to him last night, drunk out his ass
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Soon as you came home, took you on tour
Leave the streets, do whatever for you lil boy
Fast money, bad bitches, livin’ in a rush
Now worse when you love somethin’ death can touch
Sometimes life hurt more than death homie
Locked up Max, took Chinx, I’m last one left homie
Told you Stack – died, did, done, lived that
You looked at me and laughed, you ain’t care
I remember we recorded I’m a Coke Boy
You lit the city up, I told you get that dough boy
I mean we both from the bottom with the same dreams
Why I felt the same rush when you copped your first V
Starin’ at my phone waitin’ for your phone call
I see your face every time I see your lil boy
Life pleasant, death peaceful
Transition
That’s the trouble some comin’ where I’m comin’ from
Why blood bleed memories nobody steals
Death leave heart ache, nobody heals
In my own zone drinkin’ till I’m feelin’ woozy
Knowin’ I’ma die, remind me there ain’t nothin’ to lose

[Interlude: Max B]
It’s some real shit right here, yeah. I feel like he feels as far as far as not being able to have your nigga there, me, Chinx and shit. Always know this B, you’re blessed. You know I’m sayin’? And all you gotta do when you feel like that, look at my situation, you know I’m sayin’? Think of my situation nigga

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Damn how to start this off
One time to the boss don, coke wave boss, damn
Gave my nigga seven-five, damn
They tried to kill my dog alive
Wavy, it’s a law fightin’ for your life
We live like it no tomorrow, I pray for you at night
Time flyin’, it’s been 7 years
While time flies fake friends disappear
Fast money, fast cars, lived it to the most
Penthouse, Zach, Chinx, Max, nobody close
Told you focus on the money, fuck the problems
But once you hit the Henny, you the wildest
Remember when you finger popped the jon, found a condom in her?
And you still hit her?
You crazy
They thought I was done when they locked you up
Haha, turn the city up
Tried to bury us but didn’t know we were seeds
International superstars overseas
Despite all our obstacles, against all odds
Keep your eyes on the prize and your faith on God
Every week talk to your mother
I see your baby boy gettin’ older
Until you get the appeal we gon’ fight homie
Spit that Coke Wave Boys for life homie
Montana

Oh father God we come to you right now. To bring Karim, aka French Montana, and Charlie aka Max B. Bring them both to the altar, lord God, I give this to you. I give this to you, look (?), to keep him safe as I know that you do each and every day lord God. We ask you to give them wisdom, to use in a good way, lord God that will help them in their future — concernin’ their children, their children’s mothers, for their children are the future and their children’s children are the future future

So father God, we ask you lord God to anoint their music, anoint their thoughts, their dreams, their aspirations, oh God. And to speak to them always oh God as we know that you do but let them know lord God that when you’re speaking to them that you already spoke to them and that you always speak to them. It’s just a matter of them listening. So father God we ask to carry them through both separate situations under two different circumstances, lord God

And we ask you in your son’s name lord God to allow them to apply whatever it is they need to apply in their life, lord God, to make it better for them. And better for the music world, lord God. In this we say, we pray, amen

(Thank you ma, hold on for a second ma)
You like that one?
(Yeah I loved that one ma)
I want to say one more thing

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Part 2 – Paid For

[Intro]
Max, Chinx
Think about the times
Think about you some times
Think about the dimes
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Know sometimes I’m goin’ under

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Verse 1: Max B]
Ayo, spark them phony fucks from deep
I’ma put them fucks to sleep
Quarter million in my jeans
These bitches praise my dick
Penthouse, he in that six (oww)
We in this bitch
They raided on my cuh
They takin’ all my bucks
They be rapin’ all my sluts (oww)
Ayo, Maxie don’t like him
They got me all tightenin’
Even papi got that 10
Yeah I hit you niggas with that shotty pump
Leave you on that potty slump
Shittin’ on yourself
I put them bitches in the ground
I flip them with the pound
I’m empty, I need another round

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Verse 2: Chinx]
Look these niggas wishin’ on a fallen star
Double park the Vanquish and hop into a different car
We spend money like a whirlwind
Chinx Drugz don’t crack, smack a nigga heroin
Your girl went down and never came up
These niggas need to hang up
Three Jewish lawyers on retainer
These liars never tell the same story twice
Been a sucker all your life
Yellow gold stones dancin’ off the lights
Fuck your life
These niggas ass bent with life
Don’t touch the dice
Never felt the fire till you touched it twice
What’s the price?
Kush burnin’, cruise control
Everyday’s a big game for me like the Superbowl

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Bridge: French Montana & Max B]
Awo, thinkin’ bout the time
I think about you sometimes
Awo, thinkin’ bout the time
I think about you sometimes

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Uh, thinkin’ bout you, couldn’t even sleep
Man thinkin’ bout you, couldn’t even speak
All the confusion had me in the Mosque Friday night
Tryna find a peace of mind but couldn’t find a piece of mine
Moral to the story, the story got no morals
Cause the real gon’ struggle while the suckers get the glory
It’s a new day, she trippin’ off a D’usse
Try and hit me with the lemonade when I met her drinkin’ Kool-Aid
Tryna be rich and famous
Showin’ up to court twistin’ fingers
If rap was a sport, we was ringers
Gotta lose it all just to make it
God giveth, God taketh, strip you naked
Shake the devil, get the cake

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
(Fraud you a motherfucker)
Wanna see you smile
(Max)
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
(Chinx)
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Outro: French Montana]
Oww, thinkin’ bout the time
(Miss you my nigga)
I think about you sometimes
(CB for life)
Ow, thinkin’ bout the time
(Wave god, MC4, Zach)
I think about the time
Think about you sometimes
(La musica di Harry Fraud)
I think about dyin’
Haanh!